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premature ejaculation w/ remmick👀

GASP NONNIE IS BACKKKK

OFC BBY

He so would ejaculate prematurely btw...

WRITING BELOW CUT.

You always knew Remmick was desperate, honestly aching for any type of touch; he told you about how he didn't have any relations with a woman for a long time. You never thought anything of it until you finally got your hands on him.

You kissed him sensually with a newfoundsense of fervor, and you rocked your hips as you slowly pushed him down on the edge of your bed, the two of you sinking deeper into the plush mattress. His hands running up your dress and slowly falling down in a common pattern as you rocked your hips into his, your bodies intertwining, almost syncing with one another beautifully, his calloused hands growing faster, almost in a warning motion, then you heard it. A strangled gasp that mimicked the cadence of a moan.

You pulled away slowly, looking at him, eyebrows raised with concern as you slowly wiped the moisture off your full lips. He looked embarrassed, as his gaze widened and avoided your alerted one.

"I-I'm sorry, sugar. I—it seems it's been too long since I felt the touch of a woman of your caliber..." He stuttered, his gaze following the floor, like the most interesting thing was happening just below his feet; you could've sworn he was counting the floorboards.

You let out a faint chuckle as you got off his lap and pushed him down on the bed.

Oh, you were definitely going to have fun with this little discovery. A/N: something short and sweet (sabrina reference?) But it's not even smutty. I'LL DEFINITELY ADD THIS LITTLE CONCEPT OF THIS TO A FIC LATER ON. REMEMBER THAT THO.

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cw: smut

people think remmick fucks like he doesn’t care. rough, quick, just to get it out of his system. but god no. he’s the kind of man who can’t cum unless he’s right on top of you, body pressed to yours, faces close enough to breathe each other in. he tries to stay in control, tries to hold back, but right before it hits, he always breaks. always ends up grabbing your thighs, pulling you under him, burying himself deep like he’s afraid of what it means. he needs to see you. needs to feel your mouth on his. his hands shake when he touches your face, like he’s not sure if he’s worshipping you or asking for forgiveness. he doesn’t just want to finish. he has to, like it’s something sacred and terrible all at once. he won’t let go until your foreheads are touching, until you’re looking him in the eyes while he gives you everything. and when he finally cums, it’s not rough. it’s desperate. like he’s falling apart in your arms, whispering things he’d never say if he wasn’t breaking open for you. in that moment, there’s no god, no guilt. just remmick, ruined, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling.

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who wouldn’t let a vampire suck them off. Am i right brother

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Wunmi is gorgeous

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— remmick doesn’t yell. he just stands there, staring like he’s already tasted your blood (he has) and is thinking about doing it again. when you say something he doesn’t like, he tilts his head and says, “you forget who you’re talkin’ to?”

— he’s the kind of man who calls you “sweetheart” while tightening his grip on your wrist. not hard enough to bruise, just enough to remind you he could. “don’t squirm,” he says. “ain’t nobody else gonna keep you like i do.”

— he shows up at your door bloody, eyes dark, mouth red. says he handled it. doesn’t say what “it” was. “i did it for you,” he tells you. “’cause no one else gives a damn about keepin’ you safe but me.”

— when you cry, he wipes your tears with the back of his hand like he’s cleaning up a mess he made on purpose. not gentle. just controlled. “that’s better,” he mutters. “quiet suits you. don’t make me teach you twice.”

— he feeds in front of you slow, not for hunger, for control. lets you see what he is and dares you to flinch. “this don’t scare you?” he asks, licking the blood off his mouth. “good. you’re finally gettin’ used to what forever looks like.”

— sometimes when he feeds, he kisses you right after. deep, slow, tongue still tasting iron. he does it to remind you what he is. to remind you you’re not scared anymore, and that’s the worst part. “see?” he whispers. “you ain’t runnin’. not even now.”

— when you threaten to leave, he laughs like you told a joke. then he steps in close, too close, and says, “you leave, i’ll still find you. don’t matter where you go.”

— he never sleeps, so he just watches. all night. not saying a word, not blinking, like he’s daring you to forget he’s there. “you belong to me,” he says finally. “that ain’t up for debate. don’t matter if you ain’t even love me back.”

— he gets jealous fast, but it never looks like jealousy. just silence, too long. a stare that makes the air in the room feel heavier. “you laughin’ a little too hard with him,” he says one night. “what, you think he could survive lovin’ you?”

— he makes you say his name. not in bed— not just there. when you’re scared. when you’re angry. when you’re begging him to let go. “say it,” he says. “go on. louder. i wanna hear how it sounds when you mean it.”

remmick masterlist

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As requested, I have examined my fondness for terrible characters, and I have concluded that I like them because they're terrible and I'm not sorry.

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Mama’s here!!

I’m gay so obviously a Leyendecker inspired piece was bound to happen

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Vowed be the Damned

Pairing: Remmick/Fem!Reader

Song: Work Song by Hozier —Warnings: Dark Themes, Mention of Vomit/Killing/Blood/Suicide, Remmick being deeply in love with reader.

Throughout the years of his being on this earth, never once had he thought he’d fall so deeply in love to the point he was afraid of killing somebody. If felt foreign to him, usually he’d stalk, trap, kill, and throw the victim to the side. With no remorse. But when he saw you, his whole vision of life changed.

What was left of it anyway.

Remmick has accepted the fact that he’s damned. He doesn’t fear death, but ever since you came into his life, the thought of leaving you behind unsettles him deeply.

He made a vow the night they you finally said those two words— “Come in.” — His vow; if you ever die before him, he’ll bury you with reverence and guard your grave like a wolf, refusing to move on. If it was anyone else you’d crumble and run, not looking back. But it was him, the man that actually took time in checking on you every night.

Looking into his eyes, ignoring the fact that they shimmered red for a split second “The light” you told yourself, it wasn’t that you were naïve, no.

It’s the fact you’ve been alone so long, you didn’t care.

He’s been undead a long time, but you make him feel human again. That’s terrifying. Sometimes, he fantasizes about turning you—about you two walking the earth together forever.

But he won’t do it unless you beg him. He needs to know it’s your choice. You dream of him even when he’s not near—some nights, you wake up with bruises shaped like his hands and swear his voice echoed in your ear.

It was the fact that you didn’t care. Something about him clicked. He looked at you with a tilt of his head and, maybe he was imagining it, but he swore to the God above that he felt his heart beat for the first time in centuries.

He often jokes about not deserving heaven—but if you’re going to hell too, he swears he’ll carve a throne for you beside his. Out of the ones that look at you wrong, both of you. If someone was to look at you wrong, or come too close to you. They’d go missing the night after.

You’ve seen him at his worst. Blood-soaked, rage-blind, monster in his eyes—but you never looked away. You’d bring him into your small bathroom, order him to sit in the tub, filled with lukewarm water. And wash away his sins with gentle fingers. The sponge soaked red, the water mixed red of the sins he commits every night.

Yes, you still look at him as if he does nothing wrong. No fear. No regret.

After you’d give him clean clothes of your daddy’s that passed away a while ago. You still had the box of his old clothing, couldn’t come to yourself to throw it out.

You washed his old clothing, soaking his suspenders in soapy water before hanging them out, along with the rest of his clothing to dry.

Again, like I said- if you came home, late at night, a bruise on your face, wrist. You’d get two steps into your house and see Remmick sitting in your deddy’s recliner.

In an instant, he knew what happened. The way you’re holding your tears back when he looks at you with song eyes, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape.

He stands, crosses the room to you, and wraps you in his arms. And you—instantly—fall apart.

He helped you get ready for bed, kissing your scars, tears and tucks you into bed. Then when you fall asleep, he’d leave. And make the man that hurt you beg for mercy.

Remmick is protective to the point of obsession. The fact that you accept the beast in him, not just the man, is what made him fall in love.

He doesn’t speak it often, but his love is absolute: if anyone ever harms you, he’ll burn cities, damn the consequences.

When he first fed from you, it was during a moment of desperation. He thought it would ruin everything—but you asked for it. You wanted to give him something that real. It was different from anything he’d ever witnessed.

Usually he’d have to take it, to nearly paralyze his victims. But you, you gave yourself to him. The second you found out that he was a vampire, demon of the night. You didn’t run, everything in you told you to, you thought about it. But you knew Remmick for about 6 months, so, you didn’t.

You taste like salvation and sin at once, and the memory haunts him in the best and worst ways. He’s tried leaving, going to a different part of the word, to get away from this felling that he felt deep in his marrow. But the second he tries feeding from his victim, he instantly thinks of you. And the following night he’s at your door again, and you had just baked sin in banana bread. And open arms, and open legs.

Sometimes when you're asleep, he watches your pulse in your throat like a prayer. He has to make sure you’re there, curling around you from behind, holding you to him like a lifeline. Cause you were his life, and he wanted to keep it that way. As much as a half man, half demon could.

“No grave, could hold my body down.. I’ll crawl home to her.”

During the Juke-Joint situation. Everyone thinks Remmick is dead—should be at least—he was, but you felt him. He’d come to you in your dreams. You feel it in your chest—something hollow, aching.

Days later, he whispers that he heard your voice calling him back. That death wouldn’t take him while your soul was still on Earth.

That night you cried so much you threw up, your heart was broken. Falling into a deep depression, a depression that brought you to do the unthinkable.

The two of you made a vow, to be together forever. So that’s what you dedicated to do, be with him forever.

Dedicated to this post by @jasontoddsburner

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Not a request, but more of a thought that I wanted to share with you was that, I feel like remmick would mistakenly treat human darling like a pet multiple multiple times!!!

I feel like he has forgotten what it’s like to be human due to being a vampire for centuries, but he knows that humans are mostly like vampires. Except for the whole… blood sucking and… lurking in the dark part.

He knows that they get hungry [like vampires] and honestly… that’s probably all he knows actually. So when he meets human darling, he’s so confused on how to treat them. And in doing so, he unconsciously treats them like a pet on more than one occasion.

Whenever he comes around at night, and he’s spending time with his darling, he’ll probably notice how on certain days human darling is more tired than usual and how because of that, they fail to be extra alert. They aren’t as lively as he is [who’s just come back after a hunt] and he’ll just be like ‘hm…’ After time though, he’ll probably realize that ‘oh! They need rest! They’re tired!’ And he’s quick to usher them into their bedroom so they can get the sleep they need. He probably watches over their bed as they sleep like ‘aww my favorite human 🥹’ and it probably awakens the more protective instincts in him, to see them all vulnerable and soft like that.

It takes some time getting used to, but after he gets used to it he starts treating it like a routine. He’ll take human darling with him to places, letting them tag along with the rest of his vampire cult and if he notices darling beginning to yawn or get cranky, he just smiles wide and pets their head [like you would a sleepy kitten] and he’ll be like ‘I gotta go, my human needs to sleep’.

He probably finds it so adorable. On many an occasion he’ll be laying with darling and just petting them unconsciously. Either playing with their hair or rubbing their back/stomach. He can’t help it! You’re just so warm and alive. He’ll gush over his darling constantly.

To him, you basically are a little puppy or kitten. He makes sure you’re fed and content. And for female human darling, he’d be so happy taking care of her when it’s *that time of the month*. He finds it adorable that she’s so cranky and he’s ever the enthusiastic one to keep her in bed and massage her lower back if needed. The whole time he’s just suffering from cuteness aggression. The whole time hes just thinking ‘awe isn’t she just adorable when she pouts?’ Because we know damn well a human darling can’t actually stand up to him for shit. He just finds them so harmless and adorable when they get upset or angry.

He’s constantly thinking that ‘oh my human must be fed’ or ‘they need rest, they must be tired’ or ‘why are they upset? Do they need anything?’

It’s safe to say that I wouldn’t mind being coddled by him

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So true, so true. I would also love to be coddled by him so I can laze around without a care in the world 🫶 This got me thinking so I hope you enjoy my long ramble about this below :’) thank you for submitting this!!

I think Remmick with a human could be something so interesting. He’s spent centuries going from place to place, never sticking around too long, always just looking for another meal or people to incorporate into his hive mind in his search for a community that accepts him. You’d captivate him—the first human he doesn’t immediately want to kill to satiate his own hunger, and one he finds himself longing to be around. In all honesty, there’s parts of him that miss being a human man and yearn for it, for those days long since passed and faded with time. He takes enjoyment in watching you go about your life, full of an almost envied fascination when you eat and sleep and succumb to purely human needs, simple things he hasn’t experienced himself or been able to witness in years and years.

It makes him take extra care with you, adhering to your every whim. He treats you like something precious, like you’re his final tether to humanity. You want a specific meal? He’ll cook it for you, even if he doesn’t really know what he’s doing (but he’ll try his damndest). Your body is sore? He’ll give you the most thorough massage, his calloused and experienced hands working out every knot. You want cuddles? He drops everything he’s doing and will be by your side before you can even fully say his name, his body wrapping around yours and holding you impossibly close. That’s always his favorite part, getting to keep you in his arms while you sleep and give him some of your warmth. You always run hot, so you love sleeping with Remmick next to you, his cooled body nicely combatting some of the oppressive heat and keeping you comfortable.

He’s extremely careful with you around the other vampires. Remmick was hesitant when you first asked to join him, thinking it’d be too much for you, even with how tough you are—human stubbornness won’t do shit against a clan of supernatural beings with claws and teeth. He eventually relents, thinking it’d be nice to have you along anyway so he doesn’t fret about you when he’s gone. But trust he will be glued to your side pretty much the entire night. He’ll also be keeping the ghost of a leash on all the others to make sure none of them decide to get too daring and taste your mortal blood.

Let’s talk about if you get sick because oh god. He’s been immortal for so long he’s forgotten that that’s a thing that can happen until he hears your sniffles and congested breathing and then suddenly he’s panicking. The only thing he recalls about illness is the plagues of ages gone by, of people dropping like flies and being ravaged by sickness, and the poor thing thinks that you’ll be next. You reassure him endlessly that it’s just a cold, that you’ll get over it in a few days, and that modern medicine works wonders, though he remains skeptical. He plants himself right at your bedside, not even leaving to feed in his worry. You have to admit you greatly enjoy the way he cares for you though, doing all your chores and making sure you’re eating, running a hot bath for you to soothe those aches and chills, using his body like a built in ice pack for your fever, keeping a dutiful watch over you and your condition. You can’t remember the last time you were so well looked after.

Safe to say Remmick would be obsessed with you and everything about you, without a doubt.

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nah bc i cannot get the thought of tasting remmick out of my head <33

his sweat, his drool, his come..

lord have mercy on me i need to taste this man

warnings: oral (m! receiving), sloppy making out, mention of fem! recieving oral on her period, reader is obsessed with remmick’s come, sweat, and drool, licking, overstimulation

minors dni, 18+!!!!

his grip on your hair is tight, using the strands as a reign to push and pull your mouth up and down his cock. the other hand is gripping the armrest of the dinner chair in your house, legs spread apart so you can have access to him. the corner of the room is illuminated by a few candles melting on the windowsill, the flickering lights shining against his face.

“ah, shit, darlin’. you’re so damn good at this. suckin’ on me like that.”

you place your hands on his thighs, fingers pushing into his skin as you grip. his moans are guttural, you can hear the desire laced in each sound. he’s always been more than happy to please you; to have his head between your thighs for hours on end. but tonight you stopped him, saying it’s his turn.

you hummed as you sucked on his length, tongue lightly moving when you got the chance. he tasted divine, like heaven on your tongue. and you wouldn’t let a single bit of him go to waste. the hand gripping your hair let go, he’s now using it to run his fingers through his hair. you go back up his length, removing your mouth and replacing it with your hand. he whines at the feeling, how your mouth wasn’t taking all of him anymore.

you took a hand from his thigh and wrapped it around his length, stroking it up and down as you looked at the man above you. his head is tilted back, eyebrows furrowed, and the back of his hand is placed against his forehead.

“aww, come on, darlin’. don’t tease me like this, i-i need your pretty little mouth back on me.”

he opened his eyes, looking down at you, pleading.

you scooted closer, spreading his legs a little more. you lifted his cock and moved in to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking as you stroked him. his hips twitched at the feeling, and you could see his leg muscles tighten. giving them a few kisses and then licking up and down the seam, you raised up to put his cock back into your mouth.

he ran his fingers through your hair as you sucked on him, giving it a light tug before taking it up your arm to grab your hand. his hips thrust involuntarily into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

“honey, i’m so close. fuck, i’m gonna come darlin,” remmick warned, his voice desperate for the release. you moaned at his words, thinking of how good it’s going to feel for his warm seed to run down your throat, the taste of his release as you continued to suck the life out of him (well, what was left of it).

“it’s all mine, baby. give it to me, let me taste you. wanna swallow it all,” you pulled away from him long enough to tell him, to send him over the edge.

he muttered a quick “goddamnit,” as you put your warm mouth on his length again, humming to send vibrations through him. you got a few more sucks in before you heard his loud moan of release, then felt the feeling of his salty cum filing your throat.

but you didn’t let up, continuing your job as his body shook, the release doing him in.

remmick started to squirm, the chair creaking. his claws shot out of his hand, almost piecing the both of you. overstimulation started to set in, his foot stomped down against the flooring as you kept going. you were to determined to suck him dry, the taste of his come being so insanely addicting.

“darlin’ please i.. i can’t go anymore, please. it’s too much.”

giving in, you hollowed your cheeks around his length one last time, as much as you could, and pulled away. you licked the slit of his cock, gathering just the tiniest bit more of his release.

you kissed up his clothed abdomen before running your hands across his arms as you stood up. staring down at him, a thought popped into your head. you sat on his lap, looking over his spent body. he still hasn’t looked at you.

drool fell from his mouth, running down his throat and chest. his head was still leaned back, eyes staring at the ceiling as he tried to control his heavy breathing. you kissed his exposed chest above the white tank top, savoring the taste of his sweat and vampiric drool. it was intoxicating. so invigorating.

you licked from the collar of the tank top and up his neck, sucking a hickey just below his ear. pulling back, you noticed remmick was still looking up at the ceiling, lost in the bliss from the head you’d given him.

you glanced at the chain sitting around his neck. your eyes flicked up to his face then back down. deciding enough was enough, you took two fingers and wrapped them around the chain, forcing him to look at you.

“are you just gonna ignore me the rest of the night, rem? i still haven’t got my fill of you yet.”

he shook his at you, mouth open as he stared at your face, a small bit of his come pooled at the corner. he brought a hand to your face, running his thumb across your lips to gather his release and push it into your mouth. you moaned around his thumb, sucking on it. his fingers rubbed your cheek lovingly as he watched, mesmerized by how entranced you were by his taste. all of his tastes, for that matter.

“darlin’, i’ll be here all night, you know that. you got the rest of the moonlight to take me for all i can give you.”

you leaned in to kiss him, immediately noting that you’re desperate to get your tongue deep into his mouth. he kissed you back with ferocity, wrapping his arms around your body as you take your hands and place them on his shoulders. the kiss was messy— probably unnecessarily so. but thankfully you didn’t give a fuck.

remmick got to ravish you damn near every night, absorbing every ounce of your slick that he could get his greedy tongue on, so why couldn’t you? there was nothing more he loved than to be trapped between your thighs, drinking your release like his life depended on it. especially the nearly week long treat he got each month, where your sweet blood and divine come mixed together. it drove him insane.

you’re using too much tongue but again, you didn’t give a fuck. saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his vampiric drool. the squelching sounds made you dizzy with infatuation, only making you kiss him more aggressively. the noises were obscene, yet somehow that fired you up more. you hum into his mouth as his grip tightens around your body. he pulled away, mouth soaked. he knew what you were thinking.

“go on, darlin. i know you just can’t get enough.”

and that’s what you did. you kissed around his face, your tongue sliding out into kitten licks to take in the mess you’d purposefully made. you kissed his jaw, tongue swiping at the dribble of spit hanging on his chin. he laughed, finding your enthusiasm and desperation for every ounce of his flavor to be entertaining.

he could remember a couple weeks prior when he’d come to your home drenched in blood, and the both of you needed each other desperately. you’d moaned at the taste of the blood, a shock to him as humans didn’t tend to enjoy the flavor, hell, none he’d ever met had the stomach for seeing blood let along licking it off of someone.

it all makes sense now. it wasn’t so much the blood as it was him. something about the way his body tasted to you drove you insane, getting you drunk off of it.

he touched your cheek again, swiping the spit off your mouth and putting his still slightly wet thumb back into your mouth, letting you clean up the mess. when you finished, he kissed you, but this time it’s a more loving, sweet kiss. nothing like the others tonight.

“what’s gotten into you, girl? just a couple weeks ago you licked blood off me like a damn vampire, and tonight you’ve licked every ounce of liquid i gave out. you’re a messy woman, you know that?”

you smiled, thinking about just how insane you’d gone tonight. might’ve been overkill, might not have been. remmick shouldn’t look so handsome and taste so goddamn amazing if he didn’t want you doing something about it.

“well, rem, i just cannot help myself. sounds familiar, doesn’t it?,” you laughed, quoting what he’d told you one night when you asked him why he was so obsessed with eating you out.

he smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he breathed out.

“the damn sun’s coming up, darlin’. i hate to leave you like this but i gotta get goin’.”

you pouted, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. he tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at you, as if asking “really?”

sighing, you got off his lap and walked to the front door, grabbing his clothing. he hadn’t even made it two steps into the house before the desire overcame the two of you.

“we need to find a way to block it out. i can’t keep missing you all day, rem.”

he stopped buckling his belt, looking up at you. he scanned the room for ideas, then landed on a huge curio cabinet you had.

“well, we could always board up these windows. maybe even more some of these bigger pieces of your furniture ‘round to block ‘em out.”

a smile raised in your face. having remmick in your house at night time wasn’t enough. during the day you yearned for his presence, just him being nearby.

“i like that idea. a lot, actually.”

he walked over to you, noticing how soon that sunrise was coming.

“i really gotta get goin’, sweetheart. but i’ll see you tonight, alright? help ya move some of these around. unless you plan to make me do all the hard work,” he said as he placed his hand on your doorknob, bracing himself as his slid his boots on.

“and miss you working up a sweat? yeah, right,” you laughed, a devious smile flashing to him.

“lord, girl, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

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I've had twitter for less than an hour and I already horny posted lol

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davrin according to tumblr tags

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It's that famous Grey Warden charm.

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“He sang a lot.

He’d sing to the halla.”

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The third wheel games

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The tags from this post gave me ideas and motivation to make this silly little comic! Ya’ll are so funny

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Davrin is contemplating why he even agrees to tag along